The Spire Cranes

A spire of ascension, the mourning of man

Out of the pierced eyes and cobalt skies

Grief with disheveled hands lash out the all humbling darkness

Tells us in silence of the last light that broke

A sermon of blood anointed with a touch of death

A pyre yet to be lightened, a pyre yet to be lightened by sin

I lay in ruin at the foot of a cross

All my faith shall depart with you

In the name of the father

In the name of the bastard son

From the mouths of the damned

I shall become

In the tongue of transfixing eye

The beast spoke to me

Withering me paralyzed

And without bones

Darkness hung on the wall

As a basket of snakes

Leaving the cold ground where I lay

I move closer to death

A sermon of blood anointed with a touch of death

A pyre yet to be lightened, a pyre yet to be lightened by sin

I lay in ruin at the foot of a cross

All my faith shall depart with you

In the name of the father

In the name of the bastard son

From the mouths of the damned

I shall become

Those holy and unholy hours

With the always anonymous beast

A spire of ascension

The spire cranes